I've been dreading this moment for so long. He hurt me, he made me look like a complete fool... I'm still so incredibly mad at him, even though it's been a few months already, and I just don't know if I'm ready to face him. The risk of me blowing up in his face is ridiculously big.
Jack and I have known each other for years. We have lots of mutual friend and we would hang out a lot, get drunk together every now and then, go to shows, talk, prank each other, you name it. I wouldn't call us close friends, but we were friends
Then, a few months back, while my best friend Liz and I were hanging out with the boys in their tour bus somewhere in Philly, it so happened that Jack and I ended up alone on the bus. We were so engrossed in our conversation about music that we didn't even notice that the rest of the group had left to get a drink and sing karaoke at a local bar.
It was such a nice night. I had a few beers in me at this point and talking to Jack just seemed so easy. He was super sweet and nice. Well, long story short, we ended up making out in the back room of the bus (and making out was all we did even though he did try to take it further). Up until then I never really thought about him like that, but the second he kissed me, it weirdly made sense to be attracted him or even more than that.
don't remember how long we spent talking and making out but what I do remember are the things he said to me that night. The plans he made, the promises he made. He kept talking about us as if there was any "us". And I believed him. Every single word.
I think you can guess how this part of the story ends. My friend Liz and I left the bus that night and I never heard from Jack again. I only heard from Zack, who I ran into a few days later, that he was dating a girl named Meghan. So you see why I'm not exactly his biggest fan, right?
And now we're here, it's Liz's birthday party and, of course, Jack has come. I honestly hope I can keep my cool. That's my plan anyways. Just pretend like nothing ever happened (although that's really hard because I can see him across the room and all I can think about is how his lips tasted like pizza and alcohol and how perfectly out bodies fit together).
I want to avoid him as much as possible without it being too obvious, but my plan goes to hell when he approaches me. I know he's been wanting to talk to me for a while. I could feel his eyes on me all evening.
He comes to me as I'm making myself comfortable on the sofa in Lizzie's now empty living room.
"Hey you." he says with a smile on his face. Or is it a smirk? I don't like it either way.
"Hi." I reply, only looking at him for as short amount of time as possible.
He sits down next to me causing me to flinch and move to be further away from him. I don't wanna risk any physical contact. I look around to find out what the chances are of somebody coming to save me, but we are completely alone. Everybody is out in the backyard.
He smells like alcohol and for some reason I like it. I guess it reminds me of last time.
He's clearly had a few but he still looks sober enough to have a decent conversation – something I do not want to do right now, especially not with him.
"Why are you out here all by yourself? Everybody's outside where the party's at." he asks as he takes a sip of his drink.
"I'm not exactly a party person. You know that." I mutter.
"Yeah, I know."
"Well, then your question is completely pointless." I snap.
I'm not intentionally being mean but I really don't wanna be having a conversation with Jack unless it involves him apologizing to me for the way he treated me.
